TRAILING ARBUTUS. 
I know a Hpot to which I’ve roamed, on balmy 
days of early spring, 
Where high upon the mountain side, the clusters 
of arbutus cling; 
Beneath the drifts of moldering leaves, the 
hardy, green and russet vine, 
Matures its rare, sweet-scented bloom upon the 
rocky, steep incline. 
How oft with each recurring spring, my thought 
returns to that wild spot, 
The rough, steep, winding mountaiu road that 
leads up to the high wood lot; 
The clinging, sinuous, trailing vine that through 
the moss-grown woodland weaves 
With wealth of rare, pink-tinted flowers, veiled 
by the sheltering green-brown leaves. 
Scarce are the snows of winter gone, before the 
blossoms, pink and white, 
Fling to the breeze their odors sweet, distilled 
upon the wooded height, 
By frosts that linger, loath to go before they kiss 
the blossoms fair; 
Or early dews that press the blooms to liberate 
their perfume rare. 
Though bards their lyrics sweet have sung, and 
poets rhymed to this fair flower, 
In sweet, unconscious modesty, it favors still the 
woodland bower; 
And oft, unseen by mortal eye, it blossoms on the 
rocky height, 
Wooed by the amorous sun by day, watched by 
the silent stars at night. 
Who could, from thy surroundings wild, trans¬ 
plant thee, lovely flower of spring, 
And not destroy the rustic charms that ever 
closely round thee cling ? 
For half thy fascination lies, in rambling far, in 
• quest of thee 
The eager search in mossy wood, the wild, 
romantic scenery. belle h. Gardner. 
Let us have a little Primer Science 
right among ourselves. We’ll take a 
very simple subject to begin with, and 
use materials that almost every one has, 
even to waste. Let us make pot cheese, 
perfect pot cheese, and tell in detail 
just how it is done. Begin by telling 
just at what stage the milk is in best 
condition. How much must it be scalded? 
Give every step of the process for finish¬ 
ing it for the table. Describe the per¬ 
fect product, and tell how to avoid a 
failure. The faults of most recipes are 
their omissions of what not to do. IIow 
long will pot cheese keep ? Now put on 
your thinking caps, and do your best, 
and the Chief Cook will be proud of you ! 
* 
House-cleaning is one of the neces¬ 
sities of life rather than a pleasure. 
But it is a very good time to exchange 
courtesies with the men folks. We have 
taken so much of their territory in the 
fields of employment, that it is but just 
that we cede to them some of our heavier 
tasks. House cleaning is more suited to 
a man’s strength ; so give the men and 
boys a chance this spring, and save some 
of your own muscle for the flower beds. 
MRS. GANNETT’S ARBOR DAY. 
M RS. GANNETT’S great aunt had 
died and left her a legacy—a leg¬ 
acy of $25. Mr. Gannett had just 
brought the letter containing the money, 
from the postofiice, and stood by while 
his wife opened it. 
“ Well, mother, what you going to do 
with it—going to bank it ? ” he asked. 
“ No, I’m not going to bank it; I’m 
going to spend it. It has come to me 
without working for it, and I’m not be¬ 
holden to anybody for it, and I am going 
—to—spend it.” Mrs. Gannett’s cheeks 
were slightly flushed, and there was a 
hint of defiance in her tone. 
“ But how are you going to spend it— 
for a new cow ? ” persisted Mr. Gannett. 
“ No, Cyrus, I am not going to buy 
another cow. I’m going to spend that 
money, every cent of it, on fruit trees, 
and vines, and plants, and seeds.” 
“You must be crazy to spend all that 
money that way,” protested Mr. Gan¬ 
nett, irritably. “ I don’t see what you 
want of more fruit trees, anyway. We’ve 
got five or six Baldwin apple trees, and 
a long row of currant bushes, and bushels 
of huckleberries growing all around us. 
What more do you want ? ” 
“ I want a good deal more,” retorted 
Mrs. Gannett. “ That’s what you’ve said 
every year, for 20 years, and I’ve had to 
get along with Baldwin apples once in 
two years, and currants not much bigger 
than homeopathic pills, and huckleber¬ 
ries, if I’m smart enough to get ahead of 
the regiments of village folks who swarm 
through the pastures in summer, and 
hardly leave a red berry on the bushes. 
I’ve always wanted pears and peaches 
and early apples and grapes and straw¬ 
berries, and now I’m going to have 
them.” 
Mrs. Gannett was usually so meek that 
her husband was taken somewhat aback 
at this outburst. “ All the same, you’re 
foolish to spend good money that way,” 
he grumbled. 
“I’ll be foolish then.” 
“ Where you going to put all the 
truck ? ” 
“ Oh, I'll find places, don’t you worry.” 
“ Well,” muttered Mr. Gannett, as he 
turned to leave the room, “ you and the 
children ’ll have to set ’em out—I can’t 
bother with ’em.” 
There were four of the Gannett child¬ 
ren ; Ben, who was 18 and helped his 
father on the farm; Lucy, a little 
younger, who helped her mother in 
the house, and Joe and Emma, who 
still went to school. They were all 
more or less discontented, and each had 
secretly intended to get away from the 
farm the instant he or she was of age. 
Mr. Gannett was to blame for this dis¬ 
content. All work and no play was his 
motto, and he didn’t believe in spending 
money on improvements, or on anything 
else, unless more money could be made 
by the operation. He wouldn’t paint the 
house, because it had gone so long with¬ 
out, that it would soak up more paint 
than it was worth ; he wouldn’t fence 
the hens out of the flower garden, be¬ 
cause flowers were of no earthly use ; 
he never could be brought to see that a 
room needed re-papering, ora worn arti¬ 
cle of furniture replacing. In fact, it 
required so much talk and argument and 
persistence to get even the smallest 
amount of money from him for any such 
purpose, that his family had fallen into 
the habit of keeping their desires to 
themselves, and doing without every¬ 
thing but the bare necessities of life. 
When, therefore, Mrs. Gannett asserted 
her independence in regard to the legacy, 
it created an excitement among the 
children that would have been amusing 
if it had not been pathetic. 
‘ • After supper, we’ll look over the cata¬ 
logues and find out just what we want,’’ 
said Mrs. Gannett. “It is April, already, 
and there’s no time to lose.” So the girls 
hurried to get the work done up, and 
the boys hurried their chores, and by 7 
o'clock, they were all sitting around the 
kitchen table with several seedsmen’s 
catalogues spread open before them. 
“ Ever since I knew this money was 
coming to me,” said Mrs. Gannett, “ I 
have borrowed papers and books, and 
read all I could find about fruit, and I’ve 
talked with one and another, so I know 
just about what kinds I want; but I don’t 
know the prices, or how many of a kind 
to get, or just where to set everything. 
You can look up apples first; I want a 
Red Astrachan, a Sweet Bough, a Porter, 
and a Rhode Island Greening.” 
There was a rustling of leaves. 
“ Fifty cents, and a dollar apiece,” said 
Ben. 
“Why!” exclaimed Lucy, who was 
sharing her book with Emma, “ they’re 
only 12 cents here—12 and 15.” 
“ Are you sure ? ” asked Ben incredu¬ 
lously. “ Let me see. Humph, that’s 
queer!” 
“ My old catalogue hasn’t any trees in 
it; nothing but seeds,” said Joe in atone 
of disgust. 
“You can do the writing and figuring,” 
said his mother, handing him her pencil 
and paper. 
“All right,” said Joe. “Shall I set 
down 12 cents apiece, or a dollar ? ” 
“ I want the very best,” said Mrs. Gan¬ 
nett. 
Mr. Gannett, who was sitting by the 
light stand on the opposite side of the 
room, ostensibly reading, groaned audi¬ 
bly at this, and as the talk and discussion 
went on around the table, he continued 
to give vent to his feelings at intervals, 
till, at 9 o’clock, he could, apparently, 
endure no more, and betook himself to 
bed. By this time, Joe’s list was filled 
out, and read as follows, for out of curi¬ 
osity, he had set down the lowest prices 
in Lucy’s catalogue, as well as the high¬ 
est in Ben's : 
4appletrees.$4.00 or $0.48 
1 cherry. Black Heart. 1.00 or .15 
1 pear, Bartlett. 1.00 or .15 
1 pear, Bose. 1.00 or .35 
1 pear, Vicar.1.00 or .12 
1 crab apple, Transcendent.50 or .12 
2 peach, Crosby. 1.00 or .20 
2 peach, Early Crawford. 1.00 or .20 
2 peach, Late Crawford. 1.00 or .20 
1 plum, Abundance.75 or .15 
1 plum, Burbank.75 or .15 
1 quince, Orange.50 or .15 
1 quince, Champion.50 or .20 
1 grape vine, Concord.35 or .04 
I grape vine, Moore’s Early.50 or .05 
1 grapevine, Pocklington.50 or .10 
1 grape vine, Worden.35 or .05 
1 dozen currants, Fay’s Prolific... 2.00 or .60 
1 dozen blackberry, Kittatinny.... 1.00 or .50 
1 dozen raspberry, Cuthbert. 1.00 or .35 
10C strawberry, Bubach. 1.00 or .75 
100 strawberry, Timbrell. 1.00 or 1.00 
100 strawberry, Sharpless. 1.00 or .60 
Totals.$22.70 $6.66 
All exclaimed over the difference in 
the prices. “ Yet,” said Ben, “ that man 
has a big trade ; his stock must be good, 
even though his prices are low.” 
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“ His trees and plants are, probably’ 
very small,” said his mother. “ But just 
think, if we could only have planted even 
Poor baby! Your pity goes 
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thin, for a baby, is to be de¬ 
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it; to wear a sad pinched face; 
to live on the edge of sick¬ 
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